..Proposal..

I'm not new to internet meme jokes, but as cold hearted as I am, this shit was for real. I actually stumbled upon this guy's meme proposal a couple of days ago on 9gag, but I didnt know that he made a video of it, let alone, it was a Malaysian couple! x) Anyway, good for you guys. Keep up the spirit fellow Malaysians! :D

..Elevator..

Most people think winter is awesome. Most people are not me. The first few days would be awesome. Then it would be downright tiring and annoying. With all these snow getting into your shoes, in your nose, at the back of your neck, you know the drill. Every morning we all have to wait for the bus in front of the hostel in darkness, although its only about 8am. Its not helping when we have to wait for around 15 minutes or so for the bus to come, and then it would be like a tin can of sardines trying to fit into 1 bus. 

You know, I'm not claustrophobic. I just dont like being with too many people in a small place. It gets on my nerves. Plus I sweat a lot when its too cramped, and I hate sweating when I put on my good clothes for class. Lucky for me, I only get stuck once in the hostel lift, which wasnt much of a big deal, since I was stuck for maybe around 10 minutes and I was with 2 other people. Talking about lifts, russian lifts are so goddamn scary. Even my parents came here 2 years ago, they thought the lift went rosak when there was a loud clanking noise,while actually it was just normal stuffs here. And then at the hospitals where we go to class, there's even a lift attendant, who actually lives in the lift? I mean, I can see a table there, a chair, perhaps maybe a water kettle? Most of them working are makcik or nenek and I tell you, they can have the ultimate mood swing ever, more than an average hormone-driven teenage girl who wants to rebel all the time. Everything you do is wrong. 

 lol come here you.

 Which button is which?

 Only 2 floors.

 I used this kinda lift once. It was not a pleasant experience.

 An average day using a lift.

1. Dont talk loudly.

2. What are you speaking? Speak Russki!

3. Dont get in with too many people.

4. Stop laughing so much.

5. Dont you where the stairs is? You pricks are still young. (while our class is actually 7 floors away...)

And what really gets on my nerves is, they are wearing white labcoats. Seriously?

..Planning..

So last Saturday we were planning about the hostels, bus, flights, and so on about our impending winter eurotrip. The motley crew this time around was to be me, Diana, Ipe, Ajee and Ain. The bubbly Sharifah wasnt to join us as she promised her mom to go back to Malaysia for awhile during this winter holiday, so that was a bummer. Anyway, we already paid for the flights and bus, the hostels looks decent, and I think we are ready to go :p I'm keeping the places that we are going to go as a secret as I havent told my parents about the places yet, but they already gave their consents. They're as cool as any parents can get, and I am eternally grateful for that.

 Dol with our sushi bill. Yeahh it wasnt that bad of a deal.

Last Saturday my buddy Yumnesh invited me to join his superstar handball team to participate in the rsmu's handball tournament or whatsitsname I don't really give a rat's ass. We raped and pillaged all the other teams as we won the tournament, though I didn't score at all. I did have a shot at it, but my penalty shot was blazed into the kop and out of bound. I was just a substitute, but I could care less. Its my first medal of the year, and I hope to collect more as I am about to finish studying here in Moscow. Yeah, sports is a major thing in my life. I play futsal, football, handball, basketball, badminton. But mainly I play futsal these days.I don't really have the talent, but I try to make it up with my hardwork and dedication.

Handball champions. Dammit I look like a douche at the back.

As we inch closer to the end of the roman year of 2011, why dont we stop and think, what are the things that we have done this year? How about those new year resolution? Any luck with that? Have you been a good boy or girl this year? Did you make your parents proud or make them suffer? Any thoughts on your future?

Fuck I'm getting old.

..Merci!..

 I'm treating myself.  :)

..Cheesecake...

 Unboxing.

 Too close for comfort.

 Here we go.

And with the price at just 50rubles, this little cake is a steal! :D

..Kampung Jalan Kebun, Klang..

This is my dad's and his siblings' house. Well,was. Due to its atrocious condition and somewhat sadly, unrepairable state, it was demolished to make way for new developments. Of course for my dad, this house has many meaningful memories and plentiful stories, but for me personally, the house was much than just a house. It was the place where I have the fortune of having the grace and opportunity to have experienced having grandparents. People usually take this for granted. Why do we miss old people only when they are gone? Why dont we cherish them when they are still here with us? I dont know. To each his own.

Both grandparents on either side of my dad and my mum has been kind to me. My jawa grandmother couldn't speak even a single word of Malay, but she was nice and always gave me a smile. My jawa grandpa although toothless (lol) was a very reasonable person. He plays to the stereotype though, wearing Indonesian style songkok and eccentric baju batik, which I find rather awesome. Legends has it, that he was tough as nails and don't really give a rat's ass about anything when he was younger, even chasing a thief who was caught red handed stealing his chicken with a parang, just like a scene out of a Hong Kong triad movie. Well, when you have around 10 children to feed, every little thing matters.

Turns out all his children were sufficiently educated, having been taught our jawa people's humility, hard-work and togetherness. I know since my dad is the de facto head of the family now since he is the first born son, I sometimes think that although I know he is being kind, I just have the feeling that he spoils his little bros and sisters a bit. I don't have to look far than to reflect and see inside myself, I know that I am like that too, perhaps being too nice and too complacent. I'm not much different to my dad, we both know that.

Having said that, I miss that old creaky house. It was simple, cozy, breezy, I had some of the best times there with my cousins, uncles and aunties (maman, wak and bibik as we fondly call them). Jemput-jemput dipped with unexplained spicy sambal for breakfast, lempeng, strong black coffee, nothing can replace them now anymore. If I'm not mistaken, they didn't even have a fridge or proper place to store food and stuffs, such was the condition. My dad's family had their hard times, but it didn't mean much to them, all those worldly possessions. Family comes first. When it comes to my time, it is my responsibility to pay them back too.

..la tortura...

Nothing much. Just Shakira, shaking her booty.